Airohng Liebe

My Little Black Butterfly - Poem by Airohng Liebe

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I caught a little black butterfly, I kept it in a jar.I carried it with meWhere I went, near and far.It listened to my problems, My sorrows and my grief; It kept me from self-destruction, It brought me sweet relief.My butterfly became my best friend, My whole world in a jar, So I had no need for real friendsFor they all seemed under par.Eventually, my butterfly witheredFro the pressure of my sighs, So much I believed it began to hate me, And it shriveled up and died.I wept and sobbed for days upon days-Nothing could tame my tears-For my black butterfly listened to me cryAnd fluttered away all of my fears.I mourned for my little black butterfly, For it was so much more-It was my friend, my family, My confidante, and my haven-Which is dead, but not lost.My little black butterfly is gone, But it still remains, Fluttering on, In my mind.